Thursday, 4 January 2018

Milk bottles

I'm really bothered by milk bottles. It might make me sound old to some, but I liked the old way. I'm old enough to clearly remember the milk float in a morning and opening the door to glass bottles of fresh milk on the doorstep. I liked the empty bottles sitting there ready for collection with a little note. Refilling and reusing the bottles all the time. I even remember the egg lady, coming around making deliveries of fresh eggs. Straight from the farm, in to her car and right to the door. Perfect. Even though we live in a more town like area, it made it feel more like a little friendly village. It gave off this feeling of community. 

Now we have milk in one time use plastic bottles and I have been hunting around for glass bottled milk with no luck yet. I found a milkman listed as delivering to this area but he is based quite some distance away. He won't be coming around the streets on an electric float, that's for sure. He also has no listing of prices or any information up to read. Plus, even if milk was left on the doorstep these days in this area, it wouldn't be there for long. I've had flowers stolen from my yard before, a pot frog taken from the side of my door and my garden Christmas decorations pulled apart. Community spirit and respect for property isn't something we have a lot of.

I went to the local farm shops but they have bought in milk in plastic. I have read that a few farms will sell directly to customers, missing out the shop, but I'm yet to find any around here.

There must be somewhere that still does things the old way. I'm keeping the feelers out. 


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